7. Poem
A blank paper
And a blank life
Creates a void
To be filled in
Only with right words
There can never be
An empty space within
The occupant divine
Nourishes the heart
And the soul satisfying
A blank paper
And a blank life
Creates a void
To be filled in
Only with right words
There can never be
An empty space within
The occupant divine
Nourishes the heart
And the soul satisfying
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